The Politics of Black Bodies: A Non-Spoiler Review On Get Out

It’s a tale of Black bodies built like machinery and the reality of living in a post-racial society. Besides slavery happened so long ago, it’s practically irrelevant now. Plus with Ben Carson in the White House we can rest assured that the immigration legacy of Harriet Tubman will live on.

I often wish that we would move past race. Why can’t we all be color blind? I can’t see shades of mahogany, caramel, or dark brown for that matter because I choose not to. Why don’t we see beyond skin? Why can’t we embrace our inner Becky and allow Caucasians to embrace their inner Jerome?

It’s the American dream after all. Becoming who ever you want to be without taking on the full reality of your appropriation. Cheers to that– Let’s all wear Do-rags and live happily ever after. When the police stop us let’s kindly adhere to their rules for the sake of law and order. Pull up your pants Black men and maybe you’ll stay alive. Black women tone down your voices, lips and thighs and you won’t be vandalized. It’s your duty to assimilate. Forget “Black Lives Matter.” Why protest when America has already given you so much? Look at what Lincoln and Bill Clinton have done for our people. And you can’t forget Michelle and Barack Obama, our advocate and first Black president.

Now you’re in the sunken place. Distant from your own soul. How long must you stay in this place of no return? How long must you be silently woke? Unlike the film, that is up to you. Don’t see Get Out if you’re comfortable living untrue.